Lu Yanchen brought some meat and fruit to their door, and suddenly said that he wanted to build a small oil pressing factory for their village and provide them with the machines for free.
The first brigade has an oil press factory, which generates considerable income.
Now that the First Brigade has been boosted by the oil press factory, every household has surplus food and is not short of food and drink.
"Yan Chen, you are not kidding me?"
It took the village chief a long time to find his voice, and he looked at Lu Yanchen sitting across the table to confirm again.
"I'm not kidding you. I'll also pay for the factory construction for you."
“Really…really?”
The village chief felt dizzy and a little unreal.
His sons, who were standing by and listening, had their eyes widened and collectively gasped.
How much would it cost to build a factory and give them the machines for free?
Lu Yanchen, "There's no need for me to lie to you about this kind of thing."
"But the oil press wasn't given to me for free. It was given to my wife."
Song Chi, who was sitting next to Lu Yanchen and was called out, smiled politely and waved to the village chief.
The village chief was even more shocked and looked at Song Chi hurriedly, "Song Zhiqing, are you sure you want to give us two oil presses for free? I heard that the oil presses of the First Brigade cost tens of thousands each!"
"Well, I'll give it to you for free. I've bought everything and put it at Lu Yanchen's house. Once you finish building the oil press factory, you can move it over."
"But it's better for you not to tell anyone about this, Uncle Village Chief. I'm worried that someone might go to Lu Yanchen's house and steal those two oil presses."
"Don't worry, after you leave, I will let my sons take turns guarding the place and will never let anyone into the Lu family."
After the village chief finished speaking, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears. He said to Lu Yanchen and Song Chi with emotion, "I thank you on behalf of all the villagers in the Eighth Brigade."
Lu Yanchen, "You know, I have conditions."
"Uncle knows, uncle knows. From now on, if anyone dares to get jealous and go after Jiang Fengqiangzi's family, uncle will warn them. If they still insist on doing so after being warned, uncle will not give them a single cent of the profits from the oil mill."
"good."
This is exactly the promise Lu Yanchen wanted.
Moreover, the village chief kept his word and would not lie to him.
"Things have been done, we'll go back first."
Lu Yanchen took Song Chi and stood up from their chairs.
"Okay, you can tell me anything you need from now on."
The village chief immediately stood up to see Lu Yanchen and Song Chi off.
Lu Yanchen did not go to the front door, but took Song Chi through the back door of the village chief's house.
Song Chi didn't want to go out the front door either. There was a group of middle-aged women under the banyan tree. If they went out, they would all stare at them.
"Just send it here."
After Lu Yanchen went out the back door, he nodded to the village chief and left with Song Chi.
The village chief and his sons just watched Lu Yanchen pulling Song Chi away, still feeling dizzy.
When the oil press factory opens, they will no longer have to worry about going hungry, and everyone's life will be improved.
"Lu Yanchen, I want you to carry me on your back."
Song Chi walked to a deserted place, looked up and stretched out his hand to Lu Yanchen.
"good."
Lu Yanchen bent down with a doting look and let Song Chi get on his back.
"Well, you're the best."
Song Chi kissed Lu Yanchen on the cheek, then happily jumped onto Lu Yanchen's back and hugged his neck.
Lu Yanchen held Song Chi with one hand and walked over the river step by step with Song Chi on his back.
Song Chi hugged Lu Yanchen's neck tightly, swung his legs on Lu Yanchen's back, and smiled at him, "We must keep walking like this forever and never separate."
Lu Yanchen walked forward with Song Chi on his back, the corners of his mouth raised, "Well, we will never separate."
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